Huo Yixiao shook the teapot, and there was only a bottom left in it.

He simply put it down, stood up, and walked a few steps to the couch.

The couch on this side of the study is where he rests during the day, it was like this in the past, but now Wen Yan is so angry that his head is swollen, and he really doesn't want to see the little fox dangling in front of him.

Besides, this room was too hot for him.

The charcoal basin in the corner crackled.

Wen Yan was wrapped in a cloak, and his face was not a little ruddy and bloody.

Huo Yixiao was dressed in autumn clothes, but he made his neck sweat because of the charcoal fire.

That's it, it's better for him to make room for Wen Yan.

Huo Yixiao turned around, bypassed Bogujia, and went to the other side of the house.

Slightly opened the window to let in, he kicked his shoes and lay on the bed with his clothes closed.

With his eyes closed, Huo Yixiao was thinking about Wen Yan.

Why do you want to raise money for her, why do you save her, and why do good deeds without leaving a name.

It's just that before he could come up with a reasonable answer, sleepiness surged in one after another, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Huo Yixiao dreamed of a rainy day.

He remembered that it was the fifth year of Ruiyong, and it was the first Shangyuan after he entered the palace.

During the Shangyuan Festival, the princes didn't have to go to class, but the third prince Zhu Huan was lazy in his homework a few days ago, so he asked Mrs. Xia to point it out and ordered him to send the completed homework to Xiyuan Hall this morning.

Xi Yuan Hall is the place where the princes study.

Maybe it was because the good Shangyuan was delayed by the heavy rain, maybe it was because he was not attentive to his homework and was trained by his mother Tang Zhaoyi, Zhu Huan was in a very bad mood that day.

From the dormitory to the Xi Yuan Palace, Zhu Huan complained all the way.

Huo Yixiao is obviously his companion, and when Taifu checked his homework yesterday, he didn't remind him.

Huo Yixiao is too lazy to speak, Zhu Huan is this kind of character, just go in the left ear and out the right ear.

The homework that has been made up will be able to pass, and Mrs. Xia is not very satisfied with it.

Coming out of the hall, he was not in a hurry to go far, but Zhu Huan was annoyed again.

"Yesterday, I said that you helped me write it," Zhu Huan said, "When the concubine asks, I will be scolded again." ”

Huo Yixiao called the wet rain uncomfortable, and was holding an umbrella, saying: "Niangniang taught His Highness, but also for the sake of His Highness, His Highness cherishes his blessings." ”

There was nothing wrong with this, but if someone else, or even a small chamberlain, said it, it was just an ordinary sentence.

On the contrary, it is Huo Yixiao who is talking about.

Last autumn, all kinds of rumors came and went, and the originally good relationship between Huo Yixiao and Zhu Huan suddenly froze.

Zhu Huan didn't ask if the rumors were true or false, but he just became polite to Huo Yixiao from warm, and then alienated.

On the New Year's Day, there are rewards in the palace.

Huo Yixiao's reading seems to be similar to that of other princes, but with the addition of Concubine Huo's gift, he is faintly about to catch up with the princes.

Some people think that Concubine Huo is thinking about her nephew, and some people think that the emperor borrowed Concubine Huo's name to make up for it.

Zhu Huan got along very badly with Huo Yixiao for half a month.

This suspicion exploded in Huo Yixiao's unintentional words.

"It's not me who caused you to have no mother!" Zhu Huan blurted out, "By the way, who is your mother?" ”

Huo Yixiao stood in place, looking at him silently.

"You don't know? Why don't you go and ask your father? After saying this, Zhu Huan walked away, "You don't have to follow me, you just don't have to be bad, and my father won't say anything about you." ”

Where did the waiters who were waiting on the side dare to reconcile, and quickly followed Zhu Huan.

Leaving Huo Yixiao alone, standing under the corridor of Xi Yuan Palace, a gust of wind and rain soaked half of his clothes.

When he turned around, Huo Yixiao saw Wen Yan.

Wen Yan held an umbrella in one hand and an ebony food box in the other, and he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know how much he had listened to standing there.

Seeing that Huo Yixiao had discovered her, Wen Yan walked over unhurriedly and said goodbye.

"I'm here to send rice balls to my grandfather," Wen Yan carried the food box, "Unlike the Lantern Festival in Beijing, the fourth prince doesn't dislike it, but also tastes it?" ”

These words are generally polite words.

Huo Yixiao politely refused.

Mrs. Xia came over with her hands behind her back and invited Huo Yixiao to join her.

Huo Yixiao respected Mrs. Xia very much, so he stayed.

Wen Yan sent something and left, and Mrs. Xia set up a small pot, cooking rice balls while talking to Huo Yixiao about homely things.

He said his favorite was the authentic Mingzhou dumplings.

Before the capital was moved, every time Shangyuan, everything was prepared like this.

Later, the first emperor went north, and decades passed, and the Lantern Festival gradually replaced the tangyuan in the south of the Yangtze River and became a must-have dim sum in the palace.

Fortunately, he has a son-in-law from the old capital.

When Lin'an sends New Year's goods into Beijing, there will always be more glutinous rice flour.

The dumplings in this box are all warm banquet buns.

A native of Beijing, a girl who eats and drinks all the tastes of Beijing, only on these few dim sums, under the influence of her father, she also learned the craft of making dumplings.

Every day on this day, Wen banquet and Princess Cheng'an are wrapped together.

The princess doesn't like to eat, but she likes to join in the fun, and Concubine Hui is also willing to let her prepare a few by herself, cook them and send them to the imperial study.

The rice balls in the pot are cooked, one by one, whiter than the cat called Bai Yutuan.

Huo Yixiao took the spoon from Mrs. Xia's hand.

One old and one young, they didn't move chairs, but squatted by the pot and scooped and ate from it.

The hot rice balls dispelled the chill, and Huo Yixiao's somewhat anxious mood gradually calmed down.

It's just that he didn't ask if Mrs. Xia heard Zhu Huan's words and knew that he had nowhere to go for a while, so he stayed with him.

……

Huo Yixiao opened his eyes.

It was already dark, and the air smelled of rain and moisture.

Outside, it started to rain at some point.

Thin strands of rain were blown by the wind and penetrated through the cracks in the windows.

Huo Yixiao slammed his shoes and closed the window.

Why did he help Wen Yan?

Probably because, in those years, Wen Yan was the only one, no curiosity, no inquiry, no caution, never cared what his identity was, and regarded him as him.

Huo Yixiao walked out, and in the study on the opposite side, it was pitch black.

His night vision is good, and at a glance, he knows that there is no one next to the bookcase.

The charcoal fire was still hot, Huo Yixiao lit the lamp and looked at the bookcase.

Pressed under the paperweight, he drew one and wrote the recipe for brewing, and he changed to another one, spread it out and glanced at it......

The letterhead is a military order, and the content is a confession letter.

From head to toe, it's all heartfelt.

Huo Yixiao was so angry that she almost wanted to ask Wen Yan, what was in her little head and melon seeds, who could write such a thing?!

If this is seen by others, she will have no reputation!

Huo Yixiao wanted to burn this broken military order, moved it to the lamp, thought about it, and took it back.

He had to keep it.

Wen Yan didn't treat him as the emperor's illegitimate son, she didn't treat him as a person!

With this attitude, what is the difference between her and her daily teasing of the cat?

This military order is the evidence.